Frya

Well I had to dig deep today. I'm just starting to get my head around the scale of everything here. The first lake was huge - could have spent all day cycling around it. At is head- and after a mere 60k - is Lillehammer- winter Olympic venue 1994. So surrounded by all things wintery- lifts, snow , people ski roller skating ( is that what it's called?). The mountains are everywhere, their snowy tops peeping over the steep valley sides, all feeling ominous. I can sort of see why the believe in Trolls around here... Headwind all the way again today. Although not so much climbing it felt uphill every pedal stroke of the way. I soon was running alongside the E3, busy enough and not made for cyclists. Detours to avoid this involved steep valley sides, often on gravel. After Lillehammer I was alongside the even busier E6, with even bigger hillier gravelier detours. A key bridge had a span missing forcing even more of the same. Not a happy cycling day today. However the day was rescued by the strange accomodation at Frya Lair- with a very helpful host who felt sorry for me when I heard the restaurant was not open- and even friendlier trio is Oslo guys driving their beloved vintage Cadillac back fro Bodo. They plied me with beer which softened the blow when my phone completely crashed. Made me realise just how dependant I am in one tiny thing. Thank you Helen for accepting my panicked call at 5.30am and working out a fix!Read more